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TO ST. JHON BAPTIST.
As Anne, longe barren, Mother dyd become
Of hym who last was Judge in Israell,
Thou, last of prophetts borne, lyke Samuell,
Dydd'st from a wombe past hope of issue come.
Of hym who last was Judge in Israell,
Thou, last of prophetts borne, lyke Samuell,
Dydd'st from a wombe past hope of issue come.
Hys mother sylent spake; thy father, dombe,
Recoveryng speache, God's wonder dyd foretell;
He after death a prophet was in hell;
And thou unborne within thy mother's wombe.
Recoveryng speache, God's wonder dyd foretell;
He after death a prophet was in hell;
And thou unborne within thy mother's wombe.
He dyd annoynte the kynge, whom God dyd take
From charge of sheepe to rule his chosen land;
But that highe Kynge who heaven & earth did make
Receav'd a holyer lyquour from thy hand,
When God his flocke in humayne shape did feede,
As Israell's kynge kept his in sheepehird's weede.
From charge of sheepe to rule his chosen land;
But that highe Kynge who heaven & earth did make
Receav'd a holyer lyquour from thy hand,
When God his flocke in humayne shape did feede,
As Israell's kynge kept his in sheepehird's weede.
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